Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Sessions Chapter 46 - Winter Song

They say we're buried far,
just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

South Beach - West Harbor Place: 5 PM

Blade was late. The date had been casually arranged, whenever he finished at the studio, but whenever had a limit and he'd passed it by half an hour. Beth wandered from store to store and restlessly picked up and discarded sweaters, dolls, cheese graters, an 'as seen on tv' thing that steamed the wrinkles out of your clothes, a purple bed-in-a-bag, finally stopping to examine a tray of silver rings. She had done her Christmas shopping. She shouldn't be looking at rings and thinking about how they'd look on Cooper.

She shouldn't be doing a lot of things. She shouldn't be hunkering down with her laptop at 2 a.m. googling Cooper to find out what he was doing and who he was seeing. She shouldn't be waiting for another man who was late.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Sessions Chapter 45 - Itsy Bitsy Spider

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again

South Beach: Brick Garden Park - 4 PM

Rafe once said if you wanted insight into the lives of the rich and famous, watch the mothers with their children at Brick Garden Park. One block off the bay and stacked with attractions to keep the kids busy, it offered enough privacy for adults to keep watch while they enjoyed more grown up distractions including a coffee shop and a discrete bar. Beth sat with a woman whom Gayl didn't recognize. They were both subdued, talking quietly while glancing over at the children in the near distance behind them.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Sessions Chapter 44 - Raise Your Glass

Right right, turn off the lights,
We're gonna lose our minds tonight,
What's the deal, yo?

I love when it's all too much,
5am turn the radio up
Where's the rock and roll?

South Beach: Coast Road, Ferguson Residence - 10 AM


Blade drew breath and listened to the voice on the other end. It was late morning, the ocean was calm and the skies were clear although in South Beach you never knew when a rain shower would breeze through. He stood on the deck, shirtless, wishing he’d had another cup of coffee before calling her.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Sessions Chapter 43 - The Blower's Daughter

And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her skies

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off of you

I can't take my mind off of you

Beth opened the front door and welcomed the embrace Cooper offered. He held on tight breathing deeply, trying not to let the anguish he felt bleed through his arms. He was going to hurt her, he knew it, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. That moment had come and gone the morning he came home and kept his mouth shut while she held out her pain and guilt in open hands.

Reluctantly, Cooper released his hold running his hands along her arms. "Where are the kids?"

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Sessions Chapter 42 - Yesterday

I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Oceanside - The Palms: 7:49 PM

Friday, October 8, 2010

Sessions Chapter 41 - Thank You

the moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
the moment I jumped off of it
was the moment I touched down

Sandy Point - 11:30 AM

"Almost home," Jimmy remarked, glancing sideways at her as they stopped for the light near the Sandy Point bridge.  Rayne had slept through most of the trip.  The glass felt hot against her cheek, sunlight at its worst.  She fought with the hand crank and rolled down the window.  Her head ached. 

"Ok," she said.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Sessions Chapter 40 - If I Never See Your Face Again

‘Cause you keep me coming back for more
And I feel a little better than I did before
And if I never see your face again
I don't mind

South Beach - West Coast Road, Ferguson Residence: 11 AM


Blade threw another bag of trash out the back, missing the pool by inches: a good thing since he hadn't found anything resembling a pool skimmer. Slamming through the door back into what passed for a living room, he glanced around it again. Nothing much more he could do to make it presentable and he was out of time and pissed off thinking about what he'd paid Tyler Romero for this place.